“Set me free”

Merging into my present past memories regretful actions only I can remember thoughts of oblivion cloud my heavy head the rain keeps pouring pouring pouring down the witch is drowning and can’t escape she promises for change and grow so many lives have passed dust is forming pyramids mummies stalk unpaved streets u turns deadContinue reading ““Set me free””

Om Mani Padme Hum ~~Celebrate not Celibate

Once upon a time I considered living in a monastery. Temple life seemed so much more peaceful than worldly living. However, Theravada Buddhism monks must be celibate. I wondered why but never talked about it with the monks. So this is my fantasy poem for all my monk friends who live a life of celibacy.Continue reading “Om Mani Padme Hum ~~Celebrate not Celibate”

Beyond Human Senses

I am an ancient personI believein the presence of the pastin our present livesNarayan Kaudinya(a fellow blogger on WordPress) Thousands of years agothe Buddha saidwe have 6 senses…sightsmelltouchhearingmind Imaginea world beyondhuman senseswhat isthe _______th Sense. Genie Nakano, Agust, 2020 Photos by Genie Nakano. Angor Wat, Cambodia and Sunrise in Thar Desert, India

Mean to Me

feeling on the verge of sadness so I write a free-verse–helps to set me free. I’m mean to you I’m mean to myself tho I don’t mean to be It’s this feeling inside my stomach bloated with inertia aches in my joints makes me mean keeps me mean yelling at the dogs “stop it–stop scratching”Continue reading “Mean to Me”

AUGUST MOON

AUGUST MOON standing under an August moon no pockets in my flimsy flowered dress my hands have no home heat rises up my dress nothings underneath a breeze whispers I can’t help but blush plumeria scented breeze streaming down a moonbeam this night perfect for romance yet I’m here all alone Genie Nakano This wasContinue reading “AUGUST MOON”